Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.